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Sep 29, 2023

Dorothy Sayers

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She worked for a London ad agency by day, writing jingles for Colman’s Mustard and Guinness Beer. She coined the phrase, “It pays to advertise.” By night, Dorothy L. Sayers (1893-1957) wrote mystery novels during the male-dominated golden age of British detective fiction in the 1920’s and ’30s. She made her debut with the novel Whose Body? in 1923. It was the beginning of the Lord Peter Wimsey detective series, and she cranked out twelve novels in a span of fourteen years. In 1937 she was asked to write a play to be performed in church. Zeal for Thy House was a popular and controversial drama that took aim at lukewarm Christianity. It thrust this successful detective writer into the religious world.
Dorothy was repeatedly asked about her Christian faith, and she responded with an article that appeared in the British Sunday Times, “The Greatest Divine Event Staged is the Official Creed of Christendom.” She insisted that the story of Christianity is the most remarkable of tales, but the church has tamed and subdued it. She wrote, “Let us, in Heaven’s name, drag out the Divine Drama from under the dreadful accumulation of slip-shod thinking and trashy sentiment heaped upon it, and set it on an open stage to startle the world into some sort of vigorous reaction. If the pious are the first to be shocked, so much the worse for the pious–others will pass into the Kingdom of Heaven.” She devoted much of the second half of her writing career to informing readers that Jesus is far more substantial and subversive than the church of her day recognized.

She wrote a Hymn for the “Contemplation of Sudden Death,” which first appeared in the Oxford magazine. Six of its nine stanzas serve as today’s prayer:

God, if this day my journey end,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I thank You first for many a friend,
The sturdy and unquestioned piers
That run beneath my bridge of years.

Next, for the power You’ve given me
To view the whole world mirthfully,
For laughter, paraclete of pain,
Like April suns across the rain.

Also, that, being not too wise
To do things foolish in folks’ eyes,
I gained experience by this,
And saw life somewhat as it is.

Next for the joy of labor done
And burdens shouldered in the sun,
Not less, for shame of labor lost,
And meekness born of barren boast.

For every fair and useless thing
That bids us pause from laboring,
To look and find the larkspur blue
And marigolds of a different hue.

For eyes to see and ears to hear,
For tongue to speak and news to bear,
For hands to handle, feet to go,
For life, I give You thanks also.

For all things merry, quaint, and strange,
For sound and silence, strength, and change,
At last, for death, which only gives
Value to everything that lives.

For these, good God, who still makes me,
I praise Your name, since, verily,
I of my joy have had no dearth,
Though this day were my last on earth.

Rev. Dr. Peter James served 42 years as the senior of Vienna Presbyterian Church in Vienna, VA — 21 years in the 20th century and 21 years in the 21st century. He retired in 2021 and now serves as Pastor-in-Residence at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary.

Even as a pastor, prayer came slowly to Pete. Read Pete’s story.